Author's Note: This story is set during the summer of the Quidditch
World Cup. It was written before Goblet of Fire was published,
and hence is not consistent with post-Prisoner of Azkaban continuity.

Under the Rose Bush

Harry Potter leant against his shovel and mopped the sweat from his
forehead. He eyed the hole he'd dug, trying to tell if it was deep enough
yet for him to plant the new rose bush. Probably not, he decided. Sighing
deeply, he picked up the shovel and carried on digging.

Harry tried to take his mind off the hot and boring work by thinking about
the Quidditch World Cup, which would be held later that summer. He'd been
invited to go and see it with his best friend, Ron Weasley. Uncle Vernon,
however, had made it clear that permission to do so would be contingent on
Harry's good behaviour during the weeks prior.

Since then, the Dursleys had taken great pleasure in finding unpleasant
tasks for Harry to do. With the threat of missing the Quidditch World Cup
hanging over his head, he didn't dare protest. That morning at breakfast,
Aunt Petunia had looked at him pointedly and said that one of the rose
bushes in the back garden was covered in black spot, and someone
would have to cut it down and plant a new one in its place. Harry had had
no choice but to volunteer.

His attention was yanked back to the job at hand when his shovel hit
something solid and refused to go any further into the ground. It didn't
seem to be a rock. It felt almost rubbery, but even when Harry put all
his weight on the shovel, he couldn't cut through it. Curious, he began
carefully removing the dirt that covered the mysterious object. When the
last shovelful was scraped away, the cause of the blockage was revealed: an
envelope, made of yellow parchment.

Turning his back to the house in case any of the Dursleys were watching,
Harry snatched up the letter and stuffed it in his pocket. He finished
planting the rose bush as quickly as he could, his thoughts racing. The
envelope might merely be one of his Hogwarts letters that Uncle Vernon
had missed, or one of the letters Dobby had stolen summer before last.
Wizarding parchment was normally no stronger than Muggle paper, though. One
of those letters shouldn't have made it past the first heavy rain, much
less stopped a shovel dead.

As soon as he got back to his room, Harry took the letter out of his pocket
and sat down on his bed to examine it. The envelope had a dark brown wax
seal with a frog on it. In ink the same colour as the seal, it was
addressed to Mr and Mrs Vernon Dursley, 4 Privet Drive. Harry stared
at the envelope in astonishment. What witch or wizard would want to send a
letter to the Dursleys? Could -- could it have been written by his mother
before she died?

With shaking hands, Harry opened the letter. He couldn't seem to tear
through the flap of the envelope, but with a few sharp tugs he was able to
pull it loose from the wax seal. The letter contained two sheets of
parchment folded together. When Harry took them out, several small, heavy,
rectangular pieces of paper fell to the floor. He reached down, picked one
up and read:

Harry Potter, the only wizard ever known to have
survived an attack by He Who Must Not Be Named.
Although the curse destroyed his house, Harry
himself was left unscathed except for a lightning-
shaped cut on his forehead. Immediately after,
the Dark Lord disappeared. Harry Potter is
currently residing with his Muggle aunt and uncle,
Petunia and Vernon Dursley.

On the other side was a picture Harry recognised from the photo album
Hagrid had given him -- himself as an infant, being held by his mother, his
father's arms around the pair of them. Underneath were the words Harry
Potter -- The Boy Who Lived. It was a Famous Witches and Wizards card
from a pack of Chocolate Frogs -- of Harry.

Harry gaped at the card for a moment or two, then opened up the letter and
began reading:

Theobrom and Raniday
Purveyors of Fine Magical Confectionaries

Dear Mr and Mrs Dursley,

We are pleased to inform you of our plans to add your nephew
Harry Potter to our series of Chocolate Frogs Famous Witches and
Wizards cards. Unfortunately our three previous letters seem to
have gone astray. The Tracing Charms on the last two indicated
that whilst those letters were delivered to your doorstep, one was
torn to pieces and the other burnt shortly after delivery.

We have reported this possible interference with the owl post to
the Ministry of Magic. If you have any suspicions as to the
parties responsible, you should do likewise, particularly as some
of You-Know-Who's supporters may still be at large. We have taken
the additional precaution of enchanting this letter against all
common types of parchment damage.

Enclosed for your consideration are samples of our three proposed
card designs. We would prefer to use the christening photo;
little Harry looks just like a baby angel in that white lace
robe.

Harry could recall no such photo from his album, and this remark sounded
alarmingly like the sort of thing Aunt Petunia often said about Dudley.
Somewhat apprehensively, he gathered up the rest of the cards from the floor.
The next card Harry turned over was identical to the first, but the one
after that had a picture of his baby self in the arms of his godfather,
Sirius Black, who looked up and smiled at him from the photo. A woman Harry
had never seen before stood beside them, waving. Several other people were
moving around in the background. One in particular caught his attention.
Harry's mouth thinned and he glared at Peter Pettigrew, who wouldn't quite
meet Harry's eyes.

The christening robe wasn't nearly as bad as some of the outfits Dudley had
worn in his baby pictures, but it certainly was extremely lacy: lace
at the collar, lace at the cuffs and a panel of lace over a foot long at
the hem, with a fantastic pattern of moons and stars and trees and cats and
owls. Harry shuddered. He could well imagine what Draco Malfoy would have to
say about a Famous Witches and Wizards card of baby Harry in a lacy white
robe.

Harry set the cards down and went back to the letter.

We feel confident that with the proper spells Sirius Black can be
removed from the photograph --

'Good, you can use them to get rid of Pettigrew,' said Harry savagely.

-- but either of the other two would also be suitable.
Can you give us any information about the dog that appears in the
Christmas picture? The original photo had the words 'Harry and
Padfoot, First Christmas' written on the back of it, yet no one we've
spoken with recognised either the name or the animal itself, nor did
they recall the Potters ever owning a dog.

Harry flipped through the remaining cards. Another christening photo, then
one of an enormous black dog, the transformed Sirius Black, lying in front
of a Christmas tree with a bright red bow around his neck. On the rug
beside him was a five-month-old Harry, who opened his mouth and gazed
curiously out of the picture at his much older real self. Sirius-Padfoot
raised his head and thumped his tail against the floor.

The last card in the stack was a second copy of the Christmas photo, but
felt heavier and thicker than the other cards. Harry took a closer look and
saw that it was in fact two cards stuck together. He put his fingernail
between them and prised them apart. Sandwiched inside, holding the cards
together, was a bit of parchment with a Sticking Charm on it. It was a note,
which read:

Sabella:

Have you ever seen such a monster in all your life? The Potters must
have been mad, letting a baby anywhere near that thing, it could've
eaten him with one swallow. He's lucky to have lived long enough for
the Dark Lord to have a go at him. Bet you five Galleons the beast
turns out to be a present from Hagrid that they got rid of as soon as
they decently could.

Viridius

Harry grinned, then finished reading the letter:

Please sign the enclosed release form and return it to us as soon
as possible.

Yours sincerely,

Sabella Theobrom
Director

Harry smiled grimly. It didn't look as though Theobrom and Raniday had had
much luck getting their form signed either. Still, considering the picture
they'd wanted to use, it was just as well. For the first time in his life
Harry was actually glad that the Dursleys had such a horror of all things
magical. He spread the cards out on his pillow and lay down on his front
to look at them, wondering where his godfather was and what he was doing,
wondering whether he and Harry would ever spend a second Christmas together.

'HAAAAAAA-RYYYYYYY!'

Aunt Petunia's screech echoed up the stairs. Giving a sigh, Harry picked up
the cards and letter, hid them under the loose floorboard beneath his bed
and headed downstairs to see what new work his aunt had found for him to do.

*

'Here, I've got something to show you,' said Harry, rummaging in his trunk.
'I found a Chocolate Frogs card you don't have yet. You can keep it if you
like, I've three of them.'

'Thanks,' said Ron. 'Is it Agrippa? Because I found Ptolemy, last summer in
Egypt.'

'No, it isn't Agrippa, sorry,' Harry replied. He finally located the letter
from the Chocolate Frogs company. Taking out one of the cards with the
Christmas photo, he held it up for Ron to see, covering the name with his
fingers. 'Recognise anyone?' Harry grinned.

Ron came over and looked at the card in puzzlement. 'That dog -- it looks
exactly like -- but it can't be -- and who --' Ron took the card from
Harry's hand. When he read the name under the picture, his mouth fell open.
'Harry, is this real?' he gasped.

'Of course it's not real,' Harry laughed. 'It's a sample the manufacturers
sent the Dursleys. Wait'll you see the note that was stuck to it, it'll
give you a laugh.' Harry reached back into the envelope. 'There were some
others with different pictures, too. I'll show them to you if you swear
never to mention the one with the christening robe around Malfoy.'

'Yes, I've heard of that one,' said Ron eagerly. 'And the other one, with
your mum and dad ...'

'You've heard of it?' Harry echoed, his smile vanishing. 'These
cards, they never actually came out, did they?'

'No, the one with your parents on it was about to, but some of their
friends got wind of it and complained to the Ministry of Magic. There was
an enquiry, and it turned out the company didn't have permission from a
guardian to use your picture.'

'Yeah, the Dursleys were tearing up their letters,' Harry said. 'They'd put
some kind of spell on this one, I found it buried underneath a rose bush. I
suppose they gave up when they still got no answer.'

'It wasn't just that,' said Ron. 'It came out that there was another card
with Sirius Black on it, and how they'd got the photos -- sent someone round
to Pettigrew's mother's house not two days after he was killed ... well,
everyone thought he was killed. Theobrom and Raniday were getting
a lot of bad publicity. It wasn't the first time they'd been investigated
for dodgy business practices. Nor the last either -- Dad was in on a Muggle
labour exploitation case a few years ago.'

'Muggle labour exploitation?' said Harry. 'What's that?'

'Hiring Muggles, which is illegal anyway, and then instead of paying them,
using a Memory Charm to make them forget they'd done the work. There wasn't
enough evidence to make any charges stick, though. Sabella Theobrom is
quite clever, Dad says. She started at Hogwarts after he left -- Slytherin,
of course -- but he's heard things from people who were there with her.
Anyway, Theobrom and Raniday must've been up to something back then too,
because they really didn't want the Ministry poking around the place.
Instead of putting up a fight, they agreed to pay a fine and cancel the
card. But they'd made nearly three hundred samples of the one with your
parents, and most of them were already gone -- for advertising, to big
customers, people who worked there taking them for their children ...'

'What about the one with the christening robe?' Harry asked anxiously.

'The cards with Sirius Black -- the human Sirius, I mean -- are a lot rarer.
Theobrom and Raniday were trying to have the pictures enchanted so he'd hand
you over to someone else and leave the photo, but no one they asked could
get the spells right. There were less than thirty samples of those ones made.
They go for hundreds of Galleons at auction.'

'Oh, come off it, Ron,' Harry scoffed. 'Who'd pay that much for a Chocolate
Frogs card?'

'A serious collector would!' said Ron indignantly. 'I have an old value
guide if you don't believe me!' He looked back down at the card Harry had
given him. 'As for this one, I didn't even know there was a third design
being planned. None of them have ever turned up before.'

Ron stared at the card in awe. Then his face fell, and he reluctantly held
it out to Harry.

'You can't give me this, it probably is worth more than our whole
house ...'

'Too late now, I've already given it to you.' said Harry firmly. 'Er --
those auctions -- the Sirius Black cards -- Malfoy's never got hold of one,
has he?'

'I dunno,' Ron frowned. 'His father's certainly rich enough to afford it,
but I've never heard of him being a card collector. Mind, a lot of them
have gone to anonymous bidders, a lot more than rare cards usually do. I
mean, buying a card with You-Know-Who's second-in-command on it -- it looks
a bit suspicious.'

'Once we prove Sirius is innocent, no one will be embarrassed by them
anymore,' said Harry sharply. 'Well, no one except me. But I reckon if
Malfoy had one the whole school would know by now. That lace robe -- he'd
have a field day.'

'Don't worry about it,' advised Ron. 'They don't turn up that often. Unless
someone else finds a letter under their rose bush, you should be safe.'

*

Severus Snape woke to the light of the midday sun shining through his
bedroom window. He dragged himself out of bed, poured some water from the
jug and basin set on the chest of drawers and splashed it on his face.
Finishing off that bottle of nettle wine had definitely been a mistake.
Now he had a splitting headache to contend with in addition to the newly
appointed Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher,

Snape sat down on the edge of his bed and reached into the drawer of the
bedside table. He was positive there was a Comforting Concoction in there
somewhere. It would be nearly seven years old, but even if it had started
to go off, drinking it wouldn't do him any harm -- it simply wouldn't help
his headache very much.

Three bottles later -- Flesh Eating Slug Repellent, Attar of Crabgrass and
the special hairball remedy he brewed on occasion for Professor McGonagall
-- Snape gave up, pulled out the whole drawer and dumped its contents onto
the bed. He began pushing aside pieces of wrinkled parchment, quills with
bent feathers and other bits of rubbish. There was the packet of dried sea
squirts he'd been looking for since April ... There was the root-chopping
knife he'd been looking for since March ... There were McGonagall's spare
glasses she'd been looking for since February.

How they'd found their way into the drawer of his bedside table, he didn't
really want to know. Perhaps the wretched things truly could move about
under their own power, as she'd often claimed. More likely Fred and George
Weasley had something to do with it. McGonagall would be well served if he
returned them to her that evening at dinner, and told the entire staff table
where he'd found them. She let the students in her house get away with
anything, particularly Harry Potter -- The Boy Who Lived.

Snape froze. Slowly he drew the card out from under the mummified rat that
half-covered it. Sirius Black glared angrily up at him and tightened his
arms protectively around the baby Harry. Headache, Comforting Concoction
and McGonagall-baiting forgotten, Snape let an evil smile creep over his
face. The upcoming school year was suddenly looking to be a much better one
than it had the night before.

— THE END —

Related Stories:

An Unwelcome Visitor - Takes place after Harry finds the cards, but
before he shows them to Ron. Explains why Snape was so pleased at the
chance to get revenge on Harry.

The Serpent - Find out what Snape does with his card.

The Serpent of Lord Voldemort - For some reason, Voldemort and Lucius
Malfoy seem to be taking an interest in Harry's Famous Wizard cards.

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